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My soul is tired like the evening sun |
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It is night and the moon is full |
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In this place alone I am |
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Hoping to see behind the dawn |
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In this dark and long winter of torment |
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I'm passing through |
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In sadness I well dwell |
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Hoping to see any light to fade away |
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Haunted by dreams dressed in black |
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Embraced within them and in their loneliness |
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Searching for serenity |
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Within my deepest inner soul |
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When pleasure is found |
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Ecstatic will I be |
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And no more will I hold this |
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Overwhelming sadness |
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I long for scarlet days |
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Of pleasure and delight despite that being |
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So insipid and unreal in this gloomy future |
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That is approaching so fast |
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I will have to resignate myself to this |
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And stand embraced in solitude) |
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...and surrounded by loneliness |
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And void feelings so lost until the day |
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When maybe all will understand... |
